1. A weekend break to Amsterdam


    Date: 12/9/2014, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    licking her lips in anticipation as one hand glided playfully over her breasts with and the other was pressed into the apex of her tightly clamped thighs. On hearing my comment, she raised her eyes to Paul’s and shook her head emphatically. “Oh no, sir, I don’t mind at all,” she said, her eyes glittering with arousal as she played along with my charade. “I’m employed to make your journey as pleasurable as possible,” she informed a little tongue in cheek. I had stop myself laughing, she almost sounded as innocent as Paul mistakenly assumed she was. “I told you so, Paul! I knew she wouldn’t mind,” I exclaimed triumphantly. “Now stop being such a party pooper and let us girls have some fun.” And before he could offer anymore objections, I finally fished his rock hard meat out into the open and sharp intake of breath. Despite the fact that his manhood was poking out of his boxers, I was able to wrap both my hands around the shaft and still see his helmet protruding from my fists. His flesh felt white hot as I slowly started masturbating him. Katja for her part seemed dumbfounded, because she didn't say a word and when she did it was obviously her native language because we didn't understand an word. “What do you think of that, Katja?" I asked proudly, smiling smugly in her direction. “How big is it?” she asked in amazement, a hand resting on her chin as she leaned forward for a closer look. “Huge, Katja, do you want to feel it?” I said proudly, pulling his foreskin over the ...
    large shiny purple coloured glans. Paul’s hands were gripping the armrests and his stomach muscles were tensed tightly as he tried to control his emotions. He had almost succeeded but as my hands glided up and down his staff, soft moans of pleasure escaped his mouth and the pungent scent of pre-cum exuded from his lap. When he heard me offer his meat to Katja, he whipped his head wildly in my direction and although I read the anxiety in his eyes, I spied a small glimmer of something else. *** Ever since Paul was a young teenager he was always self conscious about his manhood. Now you would think that being the biggest boy in the class would make him popular, but because he was especially well endowed, he was mercilessly teased and tormented about it by his peers. This was one of the reasons he became a loner. At university, Paul was unable to fathom out what made girls tick, instead excelling at working on and improving computer systems. At the age of nineteen and still a virgin, he’d been invited to a student party where he hooked up with a very vivacious young girl who having consumed a large amount of alcohol, invited him back to her place and spend the night. That vivacious young woman was called Rebecca and she was my best friend back in the day, and when she came round for a cup of coffee, she confided Paul's secret to me. “It was like getting fucked by a stallion,” she remarked as she went into details about what happened and upon hearing this titillating titbit, my ...
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